Process of Editing. - 6/17/2013
Thank you “@lightningandthunder” for the amazing cover, much love, xo.
If you are not mature enough, please do not read this book because, there is a lot of mature content in here, and I’m pretty sure you won’t want to read it if you are not mature enough to read out curses, or read about rape, and abuse.
This is based of real life events of a friend, and inspired from a movie.
They’ll still be a few mistakes or stupid scenes I didn’t edit yet.
I closed my friend’s car door, and waved at her. I looked at the windows in my house to make sure that I could walk through the front door. I walked inside the house and took off my shoes silently and tiptoed up the stairs hoping my mother or father wouldn't be awake. I made it upstairs surprisingly and opened my room door trying not to make a sound.
My heart jumped, there stood my dad. I guess my mom was sleeping. I was so scared; I already knew what was going to go down. My mom would beat me or slap me, but with my dad it was a whole different story. Rape.
Something that every girl is scared of, but it's ridiculous because I'm so used to it, my hearts broken and I need that missing piece of a puzzle to mend my broken heart.
“Kiona, why are you late? Lay down now!”
I jumped at the sound of his voice and dropped my bag. I slowly walked to the bed and laid down. He unbuckled his pants and dropped them. This isn't the first time. He has done this many times. One time I was 13, it was so bad he made me bleed all over the bed. My legs were sore for days.
I didn’t really do anything wrong. I just went out with a couple old friends because I would be starting my third school of the year. We moved so many times.
He started moaning loudly. I was not enjoying this, seeing my mother cry at night because her husband enjoyed having sex with his daughter? He was such a damn disgrace. I don't understand what possesses him to do this stuff. One day. I will run away. Run away from everything. But right now.
I have no parents that love me, no real close friends to lean on, no money to move away, no family to support me, and most importantly nobody to love.
I am Alone.
Well, if you are reading this story after February 2013, it’s pretty much old and done with; I’m just editing it because I plan on switching out the characters and sending it to an editor.
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